The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

you say? St. Joseph’s on Fifth Street?”

“Yes,” she repeated, sounding bored now, as if this entire conversation was tedious. “But you’re not seriously thinking about going to get him, are you? Monica, he’s not your problem. Let the professionals deal with him.”

I turned without another word, grabbing my keys from the chipped ceramic bowl by the front continue reading …